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Essentially, through my entire adult life, I’ve struggled with my weight. I’ve fluctuated up and down, huge, big, whatever. Currently, I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. I’m over 300 lbs. I go between 302-314. At least those are when I can bring myself to actually get on the scale.


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Now, what bothers me the most isn’t that I am fat. Yes, I said it. Fat. F-A-T. Fat. It doesn’t bother me to say that. It doesn’t bother me that I am fat (like I said). What bothers me is how I feel whilst being fat. I’m sluggish. Lethargic. Mopey. Slow. I ache. I hurt. The adjectives go on. I am working on that with Liz Hronek, Miss Fit Boss.

But, that’s not the point of this post.

I was reading another blogger’s post, from someone who simply goes by Your Fat Friend. I would love for you to read this post. Please. Do it for me. She brings up a lot of points that I agree with. Really, there’s nothing in here that I disagree with. She just lays it out that being called fat shouldn’t be a stigma or meant as mean. You don’t feel bad for telling someone, “hey! your hair is brown” or, “your car is lime green!” I mean, you may be silly for that, but you’re just stating the obvious. I know my hair is was brown and my last car was lime green. I know I’m fat and I think I wear it well.

Do I wish I didn’t wear it at all? Well, yes. But, there’s a lot of factors stacked against me.

First off, I do two podcasts (minimum) that have to do with beer/alcohol. So, I drink beer. It’s the ultimate sin to taste and spit it out. Only in wine competitions do I do that. I’m also a foodie. My social media revolves around food, I have a food podcast, I write a food blog. There’s a lot of food. A lot of good food.

I embrace and joke about my fatness. I sometimes say that fat is my superpower, if not my beard. Also, I love what Sam the Cooking Guy says, “if fat means flavor (and it does) then I’m f*****g delicious!”

So, what I’m saying (and what Your Fat Friend says) is don’t feel like you’re being mean for saying I’m fat. Only if it’s meant maliciously is it mean. Otherwise, you’re just stating facts.

I’m going to grab a big fat something and eat it right now…

Until tomorrow, I’m still fat…
Scorp out!

“Your Fat Friend writes anonymously about the social realities of life as a very fat person.” – Your Fat Friend (website)